| sis's poems.. |
| Happily Ever After Stained Red, A Suicide knife, Gladly causes you to perish. Unhappy with, You�re troubled life, A life you used to cherish. Anger, Rage, Blood, Tears, All meet you sorrowed face. Look at death, With mindful fears, Meet the darkest kind of grace. Stab away, The hurt inside, Covered in your death. Nothing else works, Though you�ve tried, Took the only option left. And now death sneaks, Upon your back, Gnaws sharply at the bone. Suicide, A self attack, Find yourself alone. Tear blade out, Slice blade in, The weapon does its task. Requesting Blood, Rips the skin, Leaves a bloody mask. Gaging wounds, Self-inflicted, It Ends with pain and sorrow. Blood won�t stop, Self- convicted, Won�t live to see tomorrow... |
| Bleeding Heart Slide the blade across my arm, know the hate I have become. I thoughts alone do no harm, but the actions have been done. I wear my skin as it rots, keep all the truth inside. never speak my heartless thoughts, inside me they will hide. throw down the knife in rage, this just can�t be done. leave it there, turn the page, instead pick up the gun. Cold, in my shaky hand it stays, In fear, I�m crying now. Raise the weapon to my face, place it in my mouth. This one shot will end it all, This will stop my bleeding heart. too bad I won�t live to tell, blow my life and dreams apart. |
| God Hid the Razor Nobody cared for me, that was clear enough. It came to be so hard, to act so tough. So I bought my ticket, to down below. My bags were packed, and I was ready to go. I had said my goodbyes; I had wished them farewell. It's too bad I'm still here, my story to tell. At the last minute, it was all in my favor, to just get it done but, God hid the razor. |
| WHY? Shaking, trembling in the dark The rope twisting in her hand Rage so full of blinding hate Ends her life as best she can Choking, choking on her life Her face begins to swell palms sweat, eyes roll back Destination: Hell Her mother found her hanging there A daughter's self attack No letter to explain A cold nothing staring back Eyes blood shot red A sign of all the drugging Flesh between the neck and rope. Shows that she's been struggling. A mother's tears won't bring her back Though is always helps to cry So many questions left unanswered All she can ask is Why? |
| Puddles (Drowning In Tears) With no one around, I�m so alone. Unidentified, And unknown. I�m living and dying, All in the same day. Trying and trying, To make these tears go away. I sit and stare into nothing, Wish you were here. To comfort me, To make sense of my fears. And on the floor, Filling the empty room. Are tears from my eyes, I�ll be drowning soon. Sad, salty water, rushing down my cheek. Want to scream, But can�t even speak. I look down on the floorboards, Down through my soggy eyes. Puddles formed on the ground, Puddles from my cries. And so there I sit, Death creeping close. I�ve given up, On what I want most. I scream in anger, As I reach for the knife. And yell and holler, at this hell of a life. Nothing makes sense, Nor does it matter. And all at once, The blood starts to splatter. More puddles form, But not of my sadness. Crimson, red puddles, A reminder of the madness. No longer will I shed tears, No more will I feel death. The knife slowly drops to the floor, And I breath my last breath. |
| The Perfect Flaw They see the blood, Splattered on the wall. Feel the excitement, And the thrill in it all. They are the enemy, Randomly picking their prey. All students regretting, Coming to school that day. Whose been mean? Who deserves to die? Choosing when and where to take a life. You�re the winner, Death to all those who lose. Now search the hallways, Pick and choose. Find the helpless, Weak and crying. Smile as, You watch them dying. Gun shots ringout, Blood cascades through the hall. You�re filled with satisfaction, Wishing Mommy could see it all. And once death hushes over the school, Once all your peers are dead. You turn the gun on yourself, Empty the bullets into your head. Now you die a legend, To your death you slowly fall. Next to the bodies on the floor, In the silent school hall. |
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| here's my sis, we're spose to be identical, but we don't look a whole lot a like.. |
| to visit my sis's site (which is kinda 'satanic') go to www.cheerleaders.areevil.com |
| below are two poems that my sister DID NOT write, but i found them on the net, and i liked them... |
| OVER YOU So pretty, so new Whoever thought I would give a fuck about you It all turned around It all fell apart You ripped open my chest and pissed on my heart So vulgar, so obscene So heartless, so unclean You want me to think I'm not good enough for you You'd like to think I'm broken in two I'd like to tell you I'm doing just fine I'm beautiful, smart, and its just about time, For you to realize I'm too good for you There's so many things I'd rather do Than waste my time getting over you You once told me you loved me so much We'd never be apart, always there to touch Well honey, you weren't the first and you won't be the last It'll be a cold day in hell Before you get another chance You need to realize I'm the best you never had I think about you now and its almost sad... That I realize I'm better off now than I ever was with you |
| SCHOOL POEM ( UNTITLED) Now I sit me down in school Where praying is against the rule For this great nation under God Finds mention of Him very odd. If Scripture now the class recites, It violates the Bill of Rights. And anytime my head I bow Becomes a Federal matter now. Our hair can be purple, orange or green, That's no offense; it's a freedom scene. The law is specific, the law is precise. Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice. For praying in a public hall Might offend someone with no faith at all. In silence alone we must meditate, God's name is prohibited by the state. We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible. To quote the Good Book makes me liable. We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen, And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King. It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong, We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong. We can get our condoms and birth controls, Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles. But the Ten Commandments are not allowed, No word of God must reach this crowd. It's scary here I must confess, When chaos reigns the school's a mess. So, Lord, this silent plea I make: Should I be shot; My soul please take. |
| the following poem is one of my favorite's of my sister's.... and she just got an email the other day, and it's going to be turned into a song by some chicago band... :) |